IN ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low, As yonder lamp upon the hour-glass lies, Waning and wasted. We are great and wise, But love is gone, and Silence seems to grow Along the misty road where we must go. From summits near the morning star's uprise Death comes, a shadow from the northern skies, As, when all leaves are down, thence comes the snow. Brother and king, we hold our last carouse. One loving-cup we drain, and then farewell. The night is spent. The crystal morning ray Calls us, as soldiers laurell'd on our brows, To march undaunted, while the clarions swell, Heroic hearts, upon our lonely way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE THE SON; SOUTHERN OHIO MARKET TOWN by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE |